I’ll Be Home for Christmas “So my mom wants to know what our plans are for Christmas.” Dmitri filled up his insulated travel mug with coffee, his back to Troy. Sure, there was coffee in the lab, but it was god- awful. Twelve people with PhDs and no one could make a pot of…

Please Come Home for Christmas Vincent’s bar was mostly dead when Troy walked in. A cold, snowy Tuesday night during finals didn’t bring out the crowds, but Troy had expected at least one server. Vincent was the only person there besides the cook and Danny the barback who was doubling as a busboy. “Hey,…

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas The first real snowflakes of the season dusted the brown grasses and bushes of the Northern Colorado prairie, and the bare limbs of the cottonwood trees twisted and contorted against the white December sky. Gravel crunched under Dmitri’s feet as he walked down the gravel driveway to…

In which Mikey tells Dani things she doesn’t want to hear. Stretching out on the bed, working out the kinks, she moved onto Jen’s still-warm side of the bed. Maybe Jenny leaving was what had woken her up.here was no hiding from the sun in this tin can. The thin white curtains stopped exactly zero…